More at Mr. Morrison’s place

I shouldn’t be selfish and keep this to myself. Actually, it’s not so much because I want it all to myself, but because the things I find there often become gifts for family and friends. And if my loved ones knew how little I paid for things, well, they might think I was cheap.

Which, of course, I am. Cheap, I mean. In the financial sense.

The store to which I refer is Morrison’s discount store.

I’ve mentioned it many times. Anyone who knows me knows I shop there. I’ve followed Mr. Morrison all over town. First at his old Oregon Street store across from the Ice House. That old building had sloped wood floors, which made it a challenge to push a baby stroller.

For an idea of how long ago that was, my first baby is 29 now, and my last baby is married. My kids practically grew up in Morrison’s.

I followed Morrison’s to its new home in the former Safeway space that’s now Ace Hardware, across from Shasta Learning Center. I followed Morrison’s up Miracle Mile and into the Shopko Shopping Center.  That was my least-favorite store. Too tiny. But I managed. 

Finally, I followed Morrison’s to its current location, to the Cypress Square Shopping Center, where Almost Perfect used to be. It’s a big space, but it’s filling up nicely.

Morrison’s isn’t for everyone. My husband, for example, can’t handle Morrison’s. He takes one look at all those tables and bins and boxes and shelves of odd ball dusty old stuff and funky new stuff and Bruce runs screaming, right past some really interesting things, like stacks of “Made in U.S.A.” Anchor Hocking Anchorware.  

I understand. Morrison’s is eclectic. I’m the first to admit that it has a diverse mix of merchandise, like bins of tools to clean car battery posts. And scads of party bags and party favors (rubber chicken keychains, anyone?) and brand-new nice baskets and costume jewelry and the most God-awful, gaudy, perfect-for-Halloween earrings and bodice-buster paperbacks for 15 cents and organza bags of every size. And lots of fishing equipment and lures and angler-related whatnots.

My latest, favorite buy are these absolutely cool double-thick paper bags with heavy threaded stitching on their bottoms. They look like they were intended to hold 50-pound-sacks of flour or seed or something.

Mr. Morrison said the sacks are old, but when they were new, they sold for 23 cents each. He now sells them for 9 cents each.

What a deal.

Wednesday I bought 40. I don’t know what I’ll do with them. But I’ll think of something.  

Before the holidays I introduced a good friend to Morrison’s, and now she’s hooked, too. Like me, she’s on a first-name basis with the main players:  Bill (Mr. Morrison), and his daughter, Beverly, and Joel, their right-hand man. 

My friend bought 40 paper sacks, also.

No worries. There’s a whole pallet of them in the storage space, you’ll find them behind the bodice-buster paperbacks.

Doni Chamberlain
Independent online journalist Doni Chamberlain founded what’s now known as anewscafe.com in 2007 with her son, Joe Domke of the Czech Republic. Chamberlain is an award-winning newspaper opinion columnist, feature and food writer recognized by the Associated Press, the California Newspaper Publishers Association and E.W. Scripps. She lives in Redding, California.
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5 Responses

  1. Avatar Large Marge says:

    Phabulously hot shopping tip! Thank you! I've been hearing gossipy truth-like rumors that Morrison's had moved, but had not been able to connect the dots, so to speak 😉 I'm looking forward to seeing their new large space as well, as my attendance began to wane when they were in the Shopko shopping mall. I'll race everyone to the paper sacks behind the bodice-buster paperbacks! Or maybe I should just race to the bodice-buster paperbacks?! Oh my goodness, wait a minute, did Doni just say "bodice-buster"? Good heavens Doni, keep it clean! 😉

  2. Avatar Cathleen Lindell says:

    Oh Doni, the creative part of my mind is spinning over those paper sacks. You are a gal after my own heart.

    I would rather have the bags then one day have a project in mind and think, heavy duty paper sacks with stitching on the bottom would be perfect. I will be going to Morrison's to see what I can find.

  3. Avatar Judy Darting says:

    Oh, my , gosh, I love Morrison's! I got some silver earrings for an embarrassing low price and I love their baskets and metalware and when the kids were little, the toys. I always get some fishing goodies there for hubby's birthday. So much to see and so little time……..

  4. Avatar Darbie says:

    The little Morrison's near Shopko was so small I quit going in there. I didn't even realize they had moved. My life is back to normal now. I have Morrison's.

    And I'm going to let everyone in on a little secret. Go to that new Shasta Discount Center in the old Meeks building on Cypress. Wow. In my mind an extention of Morrison's. Larger items but the same premise. And the same friendly type of place. That's important to me.

  5. I confess to a soft spot for Morrison's Warehouse. I use to take my kids there when they were real young with their allowance that they earned the old way (by working for it). Mr. Morrison would tally up their total and then round it off to the lower quarter amount ($1.06 would become $1 even.) The kids loved it and loved going there until they got in their teens and out grew the place.

    We all have watched his girls grow up into beautiful women with lives of their own.